solar panels - trefethen - napa, ca
and just like that, in a vacant room with cobweb corners and beechwood panels, the lights turn on. you recognize the space, but it feels foreign in its dusty way. you trust your instincts because you've been honing them and relying on them your whole life--they being your sole trusted ally, as it were. this time, though, you resist an intense urge to flee, to forget that you'd stepped foot for a second time in the room where last you'd seen a ghost of yourself. sitting upright with fingers interlaced, you challenge yourself to be as present as possible. present and frightened and calm all at once.